Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in Jedi archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.
I don’t remember much of may family, it’s all muddled together. Faces, accents. They come in flashes but nothing substantial. I remember I had an older brother and two younger sisters. Or maybe one. It isn’t something I recall too well, but I know I had siblings. I also know my father was off fighting for the Republic in the war, but his features or anything else about him isn't something I remember. The one thing I do remember is the Jedi that discovered me. An old Mon Calamari with a funny accent; I remember that accent acutely for some reason. A lilting one, unique to him and one I haven’t seen on any other Mon Calamaris.
I remember he was a kind to me, gave me candy when I went onto his ship and let me play with the toys in there. Lots of dolls as if he were expecting to meet me, but thinking on it he was probably a Jedi recruiter and had some things to keep the children entertained during the ride. It’s a shame he died before I attained my knighthood. I would have liked him to be present at the ceremony. But he took me to the Temple in H’ratth where I was trained. My initiate years had some of my fondest memories, and some of my closest friends were made during that time.
The Jedi instructors were nurturing, competent, but strict and grew more and more demanding as we aged. I guess that’s where I got my ambitiousness from. That constant push to please the masters and instructors, to go above and beyond everyone else. That drive is also what made me and Ignatia such close friends while funnily enough being such fierce rivals. I can’t tell you the times the instructors had to break up a fight between us because one got a better grade or got an outstanding compliment for figuring something out. She was my sister and I loved her like one, and I still do.
As I grew older in the temple, more and more of our training was focused on combat and strategy due to the ongoing war. How to handle ourselves in difficult situations both outside and within a battlefield, leadership skills, and general tactics. These were some of my favourite moments, especially the combat drills, as I got train with my lightsaber and force abilities the most. And of course, spar with Igantia.
Not many would have guessed this, but she was the reason why I decided to focus on Shii-cho. I liked the form initially for its simplicity and wide range of versatility, it drew me in, but I was also curious about the other forms as well. That is until Ignatia told me I wouldn’t be a great duelist with Shii-cho. It peeved me at the time, so much so I decided to focus all my intent on that one form just so I could beat her Djem So. Which I eventually managed after a multitude of failures.
The rest of the years passed on and I grew stronger in the force with what I know now as a natural affinity towards telekinetic force abilities. There were many who were far more talented at it than I was, but I kept pace with them through effort and dedication, and in no small part from the guidance of the instructors and masters. Eventually, the initiate trials came by and of course, me and Ignatia passed with flying colours, the Jedi refusing to tell either of us who outperformed the other for fear of another fight. And they still refuse to tell us after so many years.
One of the moments I don’t think I’ll forget and that still causes me some worry, is during the leading moments to my trial. I had yet to find a crystal for my lightsaber as I was focused on reviewing the Jedi Code and making sure I knew it front to back. It was then that two instructors pulled me aside and told me they’d sensed a darkness in me; I won’t forget that particular conversation, or the look of concern on their faces. Knowing that they feared what I’d become nearly crushed my spirit, and I don’t think I cried harder than the few days following that incident.
Ignatia in helped me the most through that difficult time. She was there for me, our rivalry put aside, and she would sit with me for hours, sacrificing her own training time to make sure I was okay. And as the date for our trial was drawing closer, she advised me to embrace whatever darkness was inside me, not to hide it and let it fester, but to let it breathe so that it can heal properly. It was sound advice, and it was that advice that led me to have my coloured lightsaber.
The trials went without a hitch despite my sorrow at the news some of the instructors gave me.
Master Kromut chose me as his padawan when I was thirteen, and he was a kind-hearted man with a merciful spirit. I think it was because of what the other masters saw that he chose to take me on, to show me the greater aspects of the Light Side of the Force. During my years with him, I witnessed a number of battles at his side where my skill with Shii-Cho only got better – after all, it was either that or be slain. Master Kromut made sure to keep me away from the front lines during the early years of my apprenticeship, but started exposing me more and more to the front lines as I aged.
Taking on Ignatia’s advice, at the age of fifteen, I went to Hurrikane with Master Kromut, telling him I wanted a different coloured saber to show the duality that was inside of me. That I thought hiding it would only make it worse for me. He tentatively agreed, and I think he only agreed because it was a teaching moment for me, a moment where I could use my negotiation and diplomatic skills with the native species. It took some effort and a great deal of patience on my part, but I managed to convince them to give me a crystal.
The Trial of Combat was perhaps my easiest trial. Though, it wasn’t all we did. The war did consume much of our time, and I had a lot of exposure to combat, but Master Kromut was also adamant in showing me the other aspects of war. The political side of it all, where he was perhaps most skilled. I was exposed to negotiations and he would question me often on how best to talk to a hesitant potential ally on keeping themselves aligned or choosing to align with the Republic. Even going to so far as to negotiate with weapon dealers and smugglers in making sure their weapons stayed within republic territories.
Knowing that I wanted to be a Peacekeeper, Master Kromut also exposed me to a number planets behind the frontlines that were showing signs of dissent and dissatisfaction and expected me to quell those in peaceful ways, such as coming up with propaganda that showed the Republic in good light as the defenders against an Empire onslaught. Taking out Empire sympathizers in raids while collaborating with local police forces, and even maneuvering through local politics to remove and push out certain elements that were pushing for Empire-aligned policies. We also did a number of counter-intelligence missions, and although he knew very little of those, he would hand me off to local and internal police forces to show me how those particular missions were carried out. Throughout all of these, a figure I encountered more than others was a Sith by the name of Wayland Anton. A continuous thorn in my side from my days as a Padawan.
The war was a struggle, especially knowing what was inside me. Every time I entered combat and took the life of someone, I wondered if I was inching closer to the Dark Side.
As you can imagine, the Trial of the Spirit was the hardest for me when I was trying to go for knighthood. Even after so many years with Master Kromut, going all over the galaxy with him and absorbing all of his lessons and teachings, a part of me was afraid of looking inside myself. Afraid of what I’d find. I’ve heard so many stories of powerful Jedi being seduced by the dark side, and I didn’t want to be one of those. I didn’t want to fail all the efforts of my masters and bring shame to them, and I suppose I was afraid that I had a natural disposition to the dark-side. That the force would push me to align myself with the Sith.
A silly thought, I know, but the fear was there. And I almost gave up. I was so convinced I was going to turn into to the Dark Side that I was willing to put down the lightsaber and disappear to some outer rim planet, away from everyone just to prevent myself from turning. Master Kromut of course figured out what was going through my head and had a long talk with me. I never cried in front of him before then, I made myself promise I wouldn’t, but I broke down during that conversation, laid out all my fears and all the shame.
He was a father to me. Supportive, understanding and helped me realize that everyone had some darkness in them, some more than others, but that I shouldn’t be ashamed of what I am. I still struggle with it, but I owe my knighthood to him. I would’ve never passed the Trials had he not been there for me and I’ll love him dearly for it.
After my knighthood at the age of twenty, we went on a few missions together trying to keep allied planets and governments on our side and stopping potential assassins before I eventually went out on my own. We still keep in close contact. Afterwards I specialized as a Peacekeeper like I always wanted to, but not for my initial reasons. I wanted the Republic to be safe, I wanted to do my part both in and out of the front lines. But my new motivation was that in being a Peacekeeper, in helping countless lives, I could perhaps fight off that darkness within me by doing good. By making lives easier for the citizens of the Republic.
Last mission I had was a difficult one, nearly killed myself trying to stop a Sith spy from making off with Republic intelligence. I managed to capture him and prevent a potentially disastrous leak from getting to the other side.
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